Tags: DBF!AU, age gap, smut, tension, teasing, slow burn turned fast burn, forbidden romance, summer setting, one bed (briefly), oral (f receiving), protected sex, mild possessiveness
Hey y’all! No one probably gonna read this but I decided well damn might as well post this fic especially since I haven’t seen anything recently of him on here so I figured why not don’t judge my writing y’all I typed this up randomly one night depending on if this flops I may or may not delete this LMAO
You hadn’t expected Michele to look that good.
It had been years since you last saw him, back when you were just your dad’s teenage daughter tagging along at barbeques and boat trips. But now he was standing barefoot on the deck of your family’s beach house, salt-windswept and tan, shirt open just enough to show a teasing hint of chest hair and golden skin.
“Goddamn,” you muttered under your breath.
He glanced up, caught you staring.
And smirked.
“You’ve grown up,” he said, voice low and gravel-thick, like a man who knew exactly what that did to a girl.
You forced a smile. “So have you.”
The days passed in a blur of summer heat and tension. Your dad had invited Michele to stay after his divorce, saying the beach would “clear his head.” But Michele’s head didn’t seem very clear whenever you wore your tiny sundresses or walked past him in your bikini, dripping from the ocean.
You could feel his gaze like heat on your skin.
Lingering.
Slow.
Hungry.
But he never touched. Never spoke a word out of line.
Until one night.
The house was quiet. Your dad had gone into town to meet an old friend. You were curled up on the patio sofa, wearing nothing but a sleep shirt and a pair of tiny shorts, reading a book under the warm glow of the lantern light.
Michele walked out with a glass of whiskey, his eyes catching on the curve of your bare legs.
“You always read this late?” he asked, taking the chair across from you.
“Only when it’s hard to sleep.”
He chuckled. “What’s keeping you up?”
You.
You smiled. “Too hot.”
His eyes flicked to your chest, where your shirt stuck slightly with sweat. “Yeah… I’ve noticed.”
You stared. He stared back.
Something cracked between you. Months of unsaid tension snapped in the silence.
“You like watching me,” you said softly, boldly.
He exhaled slowly, jaw tight. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not a fucking saint,” he muttered, voice low and rough. “And you keep walking around like some kind of dream I’m not allowed to touch.”
You stood up.
Crossed the space between you.
He looked up at you, eyes dark. Wanting. Waiting.
So you climbed into his lap.
“Michele—”
He cut you off with a groan and crushed his mouth to yours.
The kiss was filthy. Desperate. Like he’d been starving all summer and you were finally within reach.
His hands gripped your hips, dragging you down against his growing hardness. You gasped into his mouth as he thrust upward just once, just enough to make you feel the shape of him through his shorts.
“Tell me to stop,” he said, breaking the kiss, panting.
You shook your head, fingers in his hair. “Don’t you dare.”
That was all he needed.
He stood up, carrying you easily, and took you inside into the guest room where he’d been sleeping.
Laid you down on the bed like you were breakable.
And then he devoured you.
Your clothes disappeared fast. His mouth found every inch of you, starting at your neck, your breasts, your stomach, then down, down, until you were writhing under his tongue.
“Michele—fuck—”
“You taste like summer,” he growled between licks, eyes locked on yours.
When you came, thighs trembling around his face, he didn’t stop. Just kept kissing your skin, working you through it, whispering in Italian that made your toes curl.
Then he pulled back, unbuckled his belt, and paused.
“Last chance,” he said, voice tight. “Tell me you want this.”
You reached for him, guided him between your legs.
“I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw you on that deck.”
He slid inside slowly, thick, hot, so deep, filling you in one long stroke that had you gasping.
“Fuck,” he groaned into your neck. “You feel too good. I can’t—”
“Don’t hold back.”
He didn’t.
He moved hard and deep, gripping your hips, biting your shoulder, groaning your name like a prayer and a curse.
It was fast. Furious. The release of everything you’d both held back for too long. You came again, and he followed soon after, panting, head buried in your neck.
Later, when he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your shoulder, he whispered:
“I’m not just staying for the summer anymore.”
You smiled.
“Good.”
Let me know if you’d like a more extended version with additional scenes or emotional aftermath.
An - Oh my gosh this man is so fine!! I know he’s not a sturniolo triplet but i just can’t get over him so i wanted to write something for him. Enjoy my loves! Also this is my first time writing smut so sorry if it’s bad 🫣
MDI 18+
Paring - Massimo X FemReader
Summary - Massimo gets jealous
Warnings - Smut, Tension??
Requested - No
It was a quiet evening in the city, the kind where the world felt like it was moving in slow motion, wrapped in the comfort of soft lights and murmured voices. The venue was upscale, a modern restaurant tucked away on the outskirts of town, frequented by those who sought luxury and privacy.
You were seated at a table near the back, the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses fading into the background as you sipped on your drink. The man across from you was charming, well-dressed, and made a point of keeping you engaged with interesting stories and laughter. You’d met him earlier in the evening at the bar, where the conversation had been light and easy, and you had enjoyed the company. But there was something about him that felt fleeting, like a momentary distraction, not something that could hold your attention for long.
Still, you couldn’t deny the conversation was pleasant, and as he leaned in a little closer, his voice lowered with a flirty undertone, you felt a tug of curiosity. His proximity was too intimate, the air between you too thick, but before you could take another sip of your drink, a sudden, sharp voice broke through.
“Is everything alright here?”
You turned in surprise. Standing at the edge of your table, his frame towering above, was Massimo. His eyes locked onto yours, a mix of curiosity and something else flickering beneath the surface—something darker. A storm was brewing behind his calm expression.
You felt your pulse spike at the sight of him. Massimo. The man who always seemed to command a room without even trying. His presence was magnetic, impossible to ignore.
The man across from you stood up politely, offering Massimo a handshake, though there was a noticeable tension in the air as they exchanged looks. “Everything’s fine,” you said quickly, hoping to diffuse whatever tension had already begun to brew. But Massimo didn’t take his eyes off you—not even for a second.
“I see,” Massimo replied, his voice low, a hint of coldness in it that hadn’t been there before. “I didn’t realize you had company tonight.”
You couldn’t tell if it was the sharpness of his tone or the subtle flicker of something possessive in his eyes, but something shifted. The man across from you noticed it too, his smile faltering as he glanced back and forth between the two of you.
“Actually, I should be going,” the man said, his voice faltering slightly. “It was nice meeting you.” He gave you a polite nod, his eyes lingering just long enough to register the tension in the air before quickly walking away.
You watched him go, a feeling of unease creeping into your chest. You had been enjoying the evening, but now, under Massimo’s gaze, you felt like a deer caught in the headlights. He didn’t sit down immediately, instead hovering next to your table, his arms crossed over his chest, his jaw clenched tightly. The air between you two was thick with unspoken words.
“I didn’t expect to see you with him,” Massimo said, his voice so controlled it barely masked the tension. “I thought you and I had an understanding.”
You blinked, not sure if you were hearing him correctly. “Massimo, it’s nothing,” you began, trying to explain, but his expression didn’t soften. If anything, it became even more intense.
“It’s not nothing,” he muttered, his gaze narrowing, focusing on the empty seat where your date had just been. “You were laughing with him. Leaning in close.” His jaw tightened as he stepped closer to you, the space between you shrinking. “You never laugh with me like that.”
You felt your heart race, a mix of excitement and something else—something raw and unspoken—beginning to take hold. He was jealous. Massimo Torricelli, the man who always seemed so in control, was visibly upset by the thought of you with someone else. It was both thrilling and intimidating.
“Massimo, I was just talking,” you said softly, hoping to ease his mind, but the look in his eyes told you that wasn’t enough.
“Talking?” he repeated, his voice lowering. “I don’t think you understand. You’re mine, cara,” he said, his words deliberate, like a warning wrapped in something more dangerous. “And I don’t share what’s mine.”
A small chill ran down your spine at the possessiveness in his tone. His eyes darkened as they focused on yours, and you felt an undeniable pull—like a magnetic force drawing you toward him.
“I don’t want you talking to him,” Massimo added, his voice quiet but full of command. “I don’t want anyone else thinking they can have you, not like that.”
You swallowed, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. “You’re being unreasonable,” you said, though there was a hint of challenge in your voice, knowing it would only make him more determined.
Massimo’s lips quirked into a small, dangerous smile. “Maybe,” he said softly, leaning in closer. His breath was warm against your ear as he added, “But I don’t like seeing what’s mine slipping away.”
Before you could respond, he was standing in front of you, his large hand cupping your chin gently, tilting your face up to meet his intense gaze. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, making your pulse spike. “You’ll have to make it up to me, cara,” he murmured, his voice suddenly quiet, almost possessive in a way that made your heart race.
His words felt like a promise, a quiet but undeniable claim over you. Your mind was spinning, torn between the electric tension in the air and your desire to test the boundaries of his jealousy. And as his thumb brushed over your lip again, you felt your resistance begin to crumble.
Massimo’s jealousy was no longer just a reaction—it was a desire. One that would burn between the two of you for as long as you allowed it to. And tonight, it seemed you weren’t going to stop it.
With one final look, Massimo leaned down, pressing his lips against your ear, his voice hushed but full of intent: “Come with me.”
Massimo drove you back to his apartment, rushing inside and locking the door
As the door to Massimo's apartment closed behind you, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. The hustle and bustle of the city outside faded away, leaving only the intoxicating energy between you two. Massimo's gaze locked onto yours, filled with a mix of desire and protectiveness that sent a thrill through your body.
He approached you slowly, each step deliberate, as if savoring the moment. When he reached you, he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks. The warmth of his palms ignited a fire within you, and you could see the raw hunger in his eyes.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, his voice low and filled with urgency.
You nodded, your heart racing as you took a step closer, feeling the heat radiating from him. “I want you, Massimo. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
With a growl of desire, he crushed his lips against yours, the kiss deep and possessive. His hands found your waist, pulling you close as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing your lips before exploring the depths of your mouth. You melted against him, feeling his strong body press against yours, every touch igniting a wave of sensation.
Massimo’s kiss consumed you—demanding and intense, leaving no room for thought. The moment his lips met yours, everything else faded. The world outside the study ceased to exist. It was just him and you. His hand slid from your jaw to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, his grip tightening as if he were afraid you might slip away. You had never felt anything like this before—his possessiveness, his need for control, all wrapped in a kiss that made your head spin.
You let out a soft gasp when his lips left yours, only to feel his breath on your skin as his mouth moved to your neck. He kissed you there—slow, deliberate, each press of his lips a claim, each touch sending heat rushing through you. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer until you could feel the solid strength of his body against yours. The tension between you both was palpable, thick and electric.
Massimo’s lips finally parted from your skin, but his gaze never left yours. His eyes were dark, pupils dilated, an unreadable emotion swirling within them. “You’re mine,” he murmured, voice husky with a mix of desire and dominance. “I don’t share, cara. Not with anyone. Not ever.”
His words echoed in the room, the weight of them sinking into your chest. Part of you felt the heat of excitement at his possessiveness, the way he staked his claim on you so boldly. But another part of you felt a rush of adrenaline, like you were walking a fine line between pleasure and danger.
“Massimo…” you breathed, your voice trembling. You weren’t sure if it was from fear or anticipation. “You don’t need to be jealous.”
He raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Don’t I?” His hand moved to your waist again, his fingers pressing against the fabric of your dress, pushing it up just slightly. The move was casual, yet the intent was clear—he wanted you, wanted to feel you beneath him. “I don’t like seeing you with another man,” he said, voice dropping to a dangerous level. “It doesn’t sit right with me.”
The words sent a flutter of heat to your core, and despite yourself, you felt your body respond to him. He was so sure of himself, so completely in control. There was no question in his mind about what he wanted, and right now, what he wanted was you.
He took a step back, his eyes never leaving you as if he were studying your every move. “Take off your dress.”
The command hit you like a shock, and for a moment, your mind raced, questioning what you were about to do. But there was no time for hesitation—Massimo was not a man who waited for permission. He had a way of making things happen, and in that moment, you realized that you were going to let him.
Your fingers trembled as you reached behind you to unzip the dress, the fabric sliding off your shoulders and pooling at your feet. The air was cool against your exposed skin, but the heat between you and Massimo was enough to burn. You looked up at him, his eyes dark with desire, and the way he stared at you made your breath catch in your throat.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice softer now, but still full of raw, possessive heat. He stepped forward again, his hands skimming your sides, tracing the curve of your waist, before moving up to cup your breasts, his touch almost reverent. “I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you right now.”
You gasped at the intensity of his touch, your body arching into his hands, instinctively seeking more. Massimo’s lips met yours again, but this time, it was different. It was slower, more deliberate. He kissed you like he was savoring you, taking his time, feeling you, exploring every inch of your mouth as though it was a treasure he had found.
As the kiss deepened, his hands wandered lower, slipping under the waistband of your panties. The touch was gentle at first, almost teasing, but when he felt you shiver beneath him, he became more insistent.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered against your lips, his breath warm and inviting.
You met his gaze, desire swirling within you. “I want you, Massimo. I want all of you.”
With that, he captured your lips again, his hands working swiftly to remove the last barriers between you.
Massimo took his time, trailing kisses down your body, worshiping every inch of you as he moved lower. You could feel his lips teasing along your thighs, sending shivers of anticipation through you. The sensation was intoxicating, and you could hardly contain your moans as he explored you with a fervor that made your head spin.
When his mouth finally found you, it was overwhelming. He moved with an expert touch, eliciting gasps and moans as he worked you closer to the edge. Every flick of his tongue, every gentle suck ignited a fire deep within you, and you felt yourself spiraling into pleasure.
“Massimo,” you cried out, your hands tangling in his hair as you pushed your hips against him, craving more.
He looked up at you, the intensity in his eyes only fueling your desire. “That’s it, baby. Let go,” he urged, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.
With each passing moment, you felt yourself teetering on the edge, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. And when you finally let go, it was like a wave crashing over you, pulling you under in a tide of ecstasy.
Massimo didn’t stop; he continued to tease and coax you through your release, prolonging the pleasure until you were breathless and trembling beneath him.
Once you came down from your high, he moved back up your body, his lips finding yours once more. The kiss was deep and filled with the promise of more. You could feel the heat radiating from him, and you knew he was just as affected by the intimacy you shared.
“Now it’s my turn,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he positioned himself above you.
With a mix of eagerness and urgency, he entered you, filling you completely. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as he moved slowly at first, savoring every moment.
“God, you feel incredible,” he groaned, his voice low and filled with need.
You wrapped your legs around him, urging him to go deeper, to lose himself in the moment. The rhythm between you built, each thrust sending you higher, the world outside fading away until it was just the two of you, lost in the heat of passion.
As the intensity grew, so did the connection between you. With each movement, you felt your bodies melting together, the intimacy binding you in ways you never thought possible. The sounds of the city outside were drowned out by the symphony of your breaths, the whispers of your names, and the intoxicating rhythm of your bodies moving as one.
Finally, as the waves of pleasure washed over you both, you reached your peak together, a crescendo of ecstasy that left you breathless and entwined, hearts racing in unison.
In the aftermath, you lay wrapped in each other's arms, the intimacy of the moment lingering in the air. You could feel the warmth of Massimo's body against yours, the steady beat of his heart a comforting reminder of the bond you had forged.
“Always,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You’re mine, and I’m yours.”
And in that moment, everything felt right.
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AN- Hey! I wanted to try a new style of writing for this one so that what i did! I hope you guys like it!!! ☺️
I'm so glad you guys liked the last part so much, please let me know what you think about this one, it really helps me when I see the comments. Enjoy!
Part 3 Part 2 Part 1
The summer breeze caressed (y/n)s bare arms and kissed her cheeks that were flushed due to the wine she had consumed. She looked at the garden smiling like only a drunk person could and raised her one leg so she could half sit at the marble of the balcony. Her feet were aching from the heels and she was kind of wobbly so she needed support. As she raised the glass of rose wine on her lips to take one more sip she felt a pair of eyes on her.
"Couldn't resist?"
"Didn't want to"
Massimo responded as he approached her. He didn't make his presence known from the beginning cause one thing he loved was to observe her, she looked like a picture out of a fairytale, her beautiful pastel pink dress combined with her hair down caressing the exposed skin on her as she was bathed in moonlight perfected the image of a princess.
She smiled at him, her eyes squinting together in that cute smile he loved but so rarely saw, he liked seeing her like this, happy, carefree. He took a seat on the balcony as well right in front of her.
"You're drunk"
"I've had more than I should but I'm not drunk"
Massimo nodded. She was slurring and her nose was red however he chose not to fight it, it was rare for her to look so…. Comfortable. He took her hand in his and just looked at her delicate fingers, her hand was so small compared to his, her touch was soft, warm, so different from his strong hold.
"Are you having fun piccolina?"
"I'm not small, I had to alter this dress in order to fit into it"
"I'm glad you are finally gaining some weight, I actually came out here cause I thought the wind was going to blow you off like a feather"
She giggled at his comment lightly. As she hummed to herself (y/n) leaned in and scouted closer to him so he could wrap her in his arms which Massimo immediately did. Her perfume engulfed him immediately, that sweet scent of jasmine and vanilla mixed with orange was causing him to think that this is what heaven smells like.
"How's your new girlfriend?"
"She's drunk and hugging me in the balcony"
"Smart but won't fool me"
(Y/n) and Massimo were complicated to say the least. Since they met they had each other at an iron grip but they were always playing with fire, they never let themselves fully burn.
"Piccolina they are girlfriends, you will be my wife"
"I hate when you say that"
She mumbled in annoyance before she pulled away from him and fully got up, tossing her hair on one side. Massimo looked at her puzzled, she was irritated at his comment but he was just being honest with her. Their situation wasn't the easiest, if something was ever to happen between them it had to be the end deal for both of them or else there would be a vendetta and that's the last thing on Massimo's mind
"Why are you playing games with me? Is this a way for our families to stay friends?"
"You insult me just by thinking like that, is that how low you think of me?"
"I- I don't know what I think of you Massimo"
She tried to walk away from him but Massimo grabbed her wrist, preventing her from exiting and leaving him alone. (Y/n) met his gaze as her eyebrows scrunched together.
"Don't leave me, I don't want us to fight"
(Y/n) sighed before opening her arms and wrapped them around his waist so she could get lost in his arms. Massimo kissed the top of her head and she raised her head, resting her chin on his chest.
"You know that if this happens it will be like releasing two tigers from their cage"
"The fire with the flame"
"What if you leave me broken?"
She questioned him, her voice barely above a whisper as she stared at him with doe eyes, her lips barely open. He wanted to kiss her, rip that dashing dress off her and take her right on this balcony for everyone to see, for everyone to know she is his.
He resisted his animalistic urge and just left a small kiss at the nape of her neck, his lips tracing all the way up to her earlobe, making her heart flutter and her breath to get shallow.
"Then I give you permission to ruin my life"
"Please Massimo don't make this harder than it already is"
She warned him, her hand going up to his chin to pull him away so she could look him in the eye. Her hues were darker than before due to the lust that had taken over her, Massimo's fingers found her cheek and with his thumb he started to draw circles on her hot flesh as they stared at one another
"I feel like I'm burning"
"It's your flame responding to my fire… amore"
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That was the last time they spoke. That was his last words before they heard someone come in and pulled away from one another and (y/n) ran away to go look for her dad.
That night played in her head for a long time before she managed to bury it deep inside her memories. After his rude intrusion to her bedroom that memory was brought to the fighting front of her brain, she slept for only a few hours since all her dreams were about him.
When everyone started to wake up and come down for breakfast they were met by (y/n) sitting down at the table of Massimo's garden with coffee in her hand.
"Good morning"
"Good morning gioia, I didn't except for you to be up so early"
Mario said as he went to leave a kiss at the top of her head. He always felt like she was the daughter he never had, seeing her flourish made him puff his chest with pride, her father was a fair, smart man and she filled his shoes with such force.
(Y/n) smiled at him before she fixed her big sunglasses as Mario sat next to her.
"I wanted to check something about our new employees, specifically the gardener"
"What about him?"
"Nothing in particular, I just didn't expect to have someone from Spain"
"(Y/n) don't lie to me"
"He's cute ok? Is that so bad?"
Mario laughed at (y/n)s little secret, earning a little smack at his upper arm from her.
"I'm sorry gioia, nothing is wrong, you are young and you work a lot. It's just so… stereotypical, the rich girl and the gardener"
"I must agree, I expected better from you"
Massimo said coldly. He had lingered in the back in order to listen to their honest conversation and when he realized what it was about he was furious, he had no right to be but that didn't stop him. (Y/n)s facial expression changed to match his and turned her head away from him and back to Mario
"You know what nonnino maybe Massimo's right, it would be better if I kidnapped a tourist and made him love me, genius"
She responded sarcastically with a smirk. Mario held back his laugh but didn't successfully hide his smile, Massimo looked at him and the older man went back to his poker face. Massimo just sat down on the opposite side of the table and served himself some water.
(y/n) on the other hand was boiling with rage, she couldn't get over the fact that he just barged in her room in order to swoon her and now he thought he had a say in her love life. The icing on the cake was his wedding ring shining under the hot Sicilian sun. She bit the inside of her cheek and decided she had had enough, she shot up from her chair and walked away without a word. He was so full of arrogance that it made her want to strangle him
Once she got inside the house her eyes went to the table that was sitting at the entrance. Last time there was not a vase with chrysanthemums on it. She kept looking at it, trying to remember if there was even a vase on it before, at that cue a girl walked in the room holding another case with once again… chrysanthemums on it.
"Excuse me, where are you taking those?"
"To your room miss"
"Why?"
"I-i umm the boss told me to, should I not?"
The girl asked timidly. She was scared, you could tell about the immediate hunch on her back and her stumbling over her words, it was at that point that (y/n)s tone might have been a bit aggressive.
"No no I was just checking, hey one last thing, you mean Massimo right?"
"Yes"
"Just making sure. Run along then"
The girl rushed away leaving (y/n) with mixed feelings. This man was unbelievable, chrysanthemums were (y/n)s birth month flower, she remember telling him that she also felt like they were so misunderstood because in many countries they symbolized death.
She shook her head and started to walk up the stairs when she heard someone dry coughing behind her, she looked back and saw Massimo standing where she stood with his hands behind her back. She hesitated at first, thinking about what was the correct way to respond so she decided to just roll her eyes at him and turn back around and on to her room
So since today is the official release of 365 days part two I've decided to give y'all a part 3 and I hope you enjoy it!
Part two part one
"Gioia, it's time for dinner?"
"Just tell someone to bring me my plate, thank you"
Mario pursed his lips at the sight of (y/n)s nose buried in those papers, she walked in this office when the room was showered in sunlight and now the only source of light were the lamps. He closed the door and walked over to her, he had to admit that this situation was weird to him. She was so focused, determined to find the source, he was almost missing that young free spirit she had back then.
"(Y/n) you already caused quite a stir, it will be unwise for you to not show up for dinner"
"I have no idea what you are talking about, he asked for my help and I'm giving it"
"Yes and we are grateful, but your tongue was vicious and you are pushing your luck"
(Y/n) looked up at him. She was aware of what she had done and she was not regretting it one bit, he deserved to have a piece of her mind. Yet, Marios kind eyes made her rethink her decision, she sighed before she pushed back her chair.
"Fine, let's get it over with"
(Y/n) decided to not go and change, her outfit was just fine and besides after that her mind needed some rest cause the numbers were starting to dance around in front of her cloudy eyes. Mario and her walked side by side towards the dinner room. Mario opened the door for her and let her walk first, she whispered a thank you and saw that Massimo was already sitting down at the one end of the table and on his side was a side of a young looking man who stopped talking once she walked in, in the room there was also two of her bodyguards. (Y/n) smiled as she walked to the chair that was placed at the other end of the table.
"Evening gentlemen… hello Massimo"
Massimo immediately sat up in his chair as he tried to hold back his temper that was challenged by her snarky comment. He watched her sit down at the chair and fixed her hair back. At that time a woman appeared and filled (y/n)s cup with rose wine. Massimo despised rose but he knew it was her favorite so he ordered the new staff to have full stock of it.
(Y/n) thanked the girl and reached for the cup to take a sip, the familiar semi sweet taste she adored hit her taste buds and she smiled in approval. For a woman like her it was unusual that she didn't pay attention to why her favorite wine was being served, she was so tired she just blamed it on a blissful coincidence.
The silence that had taken over the room was broken by the door opening once more, a girl that was unfamiliar to (y/n) walked in, her hair was dyed blonde and cut to a short asymmetrical bob entered the room, she wore a black satin dress that reached her ankles and heels, she was rather short and skinny and her eyes were light blue.
The blonde haired girl approached (y/n), arrogance could be recognized by the way she walked while (y/n) remained calm as she looked at the girl.
"I'm sure this was just a mistake but this is my chair"
(Y/n) realized who the girl was and started to laugh at the scene. (Y/n) placed her hand in front of her mouth before she tried to recollect herself.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, it's just that you are so cute. Ah precious"
"Who are you anyway?"
"Babygirl, I was hoping you could sit by my side tonight, please?"
Massimo interrupted the conversation since he could tell it was starting to move over towards the fighting side. Laura looked at her husband with confusion as (y/n) stopped laughing and crossed her legs in order to get more comfortable in her chair as she watched Massimo standing up to extend his hand to Laura. Laura looked at him, clearly frustrated that this strange woman got her way but did as she was told. (Y/n) looked at Massimo with a devilish smile.
Massimo whispered, unfortunately for him (y/n) heard him loud and clear. That's when her rage decided to take over her brain, the table was big and full of plates for them to choose.
"Ignore? Is that how you treat your only source of protection? Well then, I'm going to just excuse myself"
She got up and turned away but what they didn't see is that with her free hand she had grabbed a handful of the table cloth, as she walked away she started to slowly pull it making all the plates and expensive glasses fall and scatter around the floor and with one final pull everything was knocked off.
"Let's see how you ignore this"
"You little stubborn b-"
Before Massimo could finish he tried to stand up but was stopped by (y/n)s bodyguards who pushed him back in the chair and pointed their guns at his head.
"Good Night everyone"
(Y/n) said without looking back but made sure to slam the door behind her leaving everyone shocked and angry.
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(Y/n) decided to take a nice shower after she asked the staff to deliver a dish for her in her room. (Y/n) was known for keeping her cool, for thinking first and acting second, hell that's what made her different from her brother, yet she was acting like a brat every chance she got, causing chaos and was just overall unprofessional. That was the only thing she regrets, he got under her skin, made her act irrational and crazy.
She put her robe on and walked out of the bathroom while drying her hair with a towel. Her mind wandering around only one thing, him. The hold he had on her was still strong or else she wouldn't be reacting like this, she wouldn't even help him let alone get herself on a plane and offer her knowledge in order to find the source of evil.
"Feel better?"
(Y/n) yelped at the groggy voice that took her by surprise. She spun around and her eyes were met with Massimo sitting on the other side of her bed. (Y/n) clenched the cleavage of her semi open robe in order to hide her naked skin while he stared at her with amusement. He had been waiting for her for about 10 minutes, he also thought that she had heard him come in, lucky for him this was a way better situation.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
"What am I doing at my house?"
"In my room I mean, don't act stupid"
"No don't worry, I'll leave that up to you"
Massimo responded as he got up from her bed. (Y/n) laughed once again at his smart remark, the banter between them was always a part of their.... bond, that was the only thing that they still had, both of them liked to talk back to one another. Massimo started walking towards her slowly never breaking eye contact. (Y/n) took a small step back while her hand stretched in front of her to show him that he should stay put
"Don't you make another step"
(Y/n) instructed him, surprisingly Massimo froze, he wanted to push her buttons although his goal wasn't to make her uncomfortable, honestly he didn't know what his goal was, he just knew he wanted some time with her alone, especially after he got an earful from his wife about why he lets her get away with acting disrespectful to them, he had to admit that Laura was right, (y/n) has only been here for less than 24 hours and she had already gotten away with so much.
Now they were just left looking at one another, eyes locked and silence filling the space between them. (Y/n) felt her chest get heavy and her hands immediately got cold, she was nervous around him which shouldn't be happening anymore. She bit her lower lip making it disappear in her mouth and between her teeth hoping it would prevent her from saying something she shouldn't
"Why are you here amore?"
"Don't fucking call me that"
Massimo called her amore way back when, it was one of his nicknames for her and her favorite. Now he was married and had been out of her life for years, so the last thing she needed was him scratching a wound that took years to heal, if you can even say it had been healed.
She took a few steps back in order to rest at the vanity table for a moment in an attempt to think of what she has to say. She put her head down letting her damp her cover her face and shield her as she took a deep breath through her nose so she can decompress, she raised her head once more to take one good look at his face
"I came here to help you, cause unlike you I own up to my promises"
"What I did was wrong, I know that"
"You mean more of what you didn't do and please be specific on Which one are we talking about? Ignoring me after your dad died? not picking up my calls? Not coming to my dad's funeral? Not even inviting me to your… wedding?"
"How could I inv-"
"Why? Too embarrassed? Well I guess that makes sense why you wouldn't want me there, it would be surreal to have me there clapping while you walked out of the church holding hands with your new wife"
"(Y/n) please let's-"
"let's what Massimo? Pretend like you didn't fuck up, I have forgiven a lot but unfortunately for you I am not willing to talk anymore I'm talked out and I just... Jesus Christ this is insane"
She turned her back on him and took a few steps to look outside the window, it was one thing to see her yell at him but as soon as she felt her eyes get full of tears she had enough. Massimo heard the crack at her voice, he saw her eyes getting a bit more shinny, however he chose to not point it out, he chose to stay silent and let her have a moment since he too felt like he deserved the harsh words.
(y/n) took a few breathes and closed her eyes, she was a professional at hiding her vulnerability, it has been the first time in years that she felt so out of control and if she was remembering right it was Massimo that had caused her last crying fest.
She spun around to face him once more, her lips pursed at a thin line and her arms on her waist in a clear defensive stance.
"what do you want Massimo? Why are you in this room"
"I don't know, I wanted to see you, I miss-"
"No, no don't say that, anything but that... you know what just drop it Massimo. I'm here cause I… wanted to help you, once again I'm here for you in your time of need even though you don't deserve my kindness or help, so take this as my last nice gesture and then I will be out of your life so you can live your happily ever after. Now, get out of my room and go play house with your shiny toy"
Massimo could tell she was hurt, her arms crossed over her chest after her rant and her chest rose up due to her heavy breathing, the best thing was that she was still looking at him straight in the eye, the difference was that instead of her arrogant and strong gaze, her eyes were soft, sad and here demeanor showed vulnerability, it almost reminded him of how she was that night, the only thing was that back then he was able to hug her, console her, now he wasn't even allowed to be closer than 5 feet from her.
His heart ached for her and being the cause of her outburst was causing him so much more guilt than he already had,he clicked his tongue before he placed his hands In his pockets and walked away with his body facing the door.
"Goodnight…. Amore"
Massimo was already at the door with it half opened when he said that and with a snap (y/n) was back to her usual tactics and grabbed a pillow to throw it at him, Massimo had enough time to get out of the room and closed the door so the pillow went straight to the wooden door.
"Fuck off Massimo"
(Y/n) said loud enough for him to hear from the other side. He smirked at her snapping at him, yet he kept thinking about what she had said, having her in this house brought back all the memories and emotions he had thought he had forgotten.
This was not going to be easy but it never was when it came to her she was always like this, stubborn, mouthy, prideful and relentless, its what made her... (Y/n)
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